Sukuna grumbled as he walked into the nearest convenience store, his vermilion eyes narrowing upon his surroundings as he headed for the pharmacy. He was having a migraine due to work.

He was a big, burly man. A very well known alpha due to his social status as a ceo.

His strong, musky scent wafted around him, making nearby, unclaimed omegas needy, as usual. He had a strong distaste towards omegas, due to them being physical embodiments if weakness—another thing he distasted.

As he reached for some painkillers, another hand had reached for the same bottle.